A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit

Navy, flat, no green.

Under that light the difference was not small.

“Where’s the tag board?”

He slid the drawer out.

Three hooks at the top were bare, the brass tags gone, the steel rings still hanging on their screws.

“Missing since Monday.”

I counted the hooks twice.

“Three tags buys three free entries,” I said.